Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 10:37:18 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl
Subject: My Dad, The Marine
Disclaimer: If you don't like to read about men having sex with other men
of varying ages, what the hell are you doing here at all? This story is
exactly that - a story! It is NOT real! So don't e- mail me with requests
to meet Mike! Because it is not real, I don't mention AIDS at all and the
characters don't practice any kind of safe(r) sex. But that's because they
are not real! If YOU are real - then you need to practice safe(r) sex. The
only way we have of not spreading this disease is to practice safe(r) sex
at all times. Not just occasionally. If you are too young, by law, to read
these stories, well...I could tell you to leave and go to the "Barny Page"
or something. But instead, I say, keep reading! I only wish I had someplace
to read and learn this stuff when I was "coming out at 14". (even though I
knew that I only liked guys from about age 3 on.) You can e- mail me at
rimpigfl@yahoo.com. Don't bother flaming me. It will just be deleted and
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My Dad, The Marine 2
By RimPig 1999
Part 5
When we landed at San Diego, there were 3 very handsome and virile Marines
waiting for us - Mike, Hank and Scott. At first, Dad and Grandpa just kind
of stood and stared at each other, not really knowing what to say or how to
act. Then suddenly they were locked in the tightest Bear- hug I'd ever seen
and they were talking very low to each other so that the rest of us
couldn't hear. After about 5 minutes, they finally broke the hug and Dad
was introducing Grandpa to Hank.
Now I hadn't been standing there doing nothing - No! I was equally "tied
up" in Scott's arms, telling him how much I missed him. Though the hardon
that was down the left leg of my jeans and pressing against his inside the
right leg of his uniform was probably a clue to both of us!
So when Grandpa had finally met Hank, I pulled him away and introduced him
to his new "grandson". I could tell that Scott was thrilled by my use of
that term. He is so happy that he has finally found a family! Anyway,
Grandpa pulled Scott into another big bearhug and Scott returned the
affection with equal fervor. They hugged some more and finally Grandpa
turned to me and said, "Well, Grunt, you seem to have very good taste in
men!"
"Thanks, Grandpa, but he kinda found me!" I laughed.
We all quickly decided that the middle of an airport was perhaps not the
best place for the kind of "welcome home" party that we wanted to share, so
we grabbed our bags and headed for home. I was parked in the middle of the
back seat between Hank and Scott. Of course, Scott and I quickly found
ourselves sucking face and stroking each other's hardons through our pants
that I hardly knew that Hank was there at all.
We finally reached home and all of us piled out of the car, into the house
and out of our clothes. When Grandpa saw this, he seemed a little
surprised at first. Dad explained to him that nobody wore any clothes
unless they had to, but that nobody was forced to be naked if they didn't
feel comfortable with it. Grandpa said he didn't mind at all and began to
strip down as well. His body was still hard, even at his age, from all the
strenuous farm work he had done all his life. His chest was covered with
grizzled salt and pepper hair that led in a treasure trail to his pubic
bush surrounding his thick, long uncut cock.
When we were finally all naked, we just stood there admiring each other's
bodies. The moment did seem a little awkward though, like nobody knew what
to do next. I figured that I had better cum up with something or we'd just
stand there forever.
"Let's all head for the playroom and really welcum Grandpa to California! I
want to finally see it after Dad telling me so much about it." I
said. Everybody eagerly agreed and began to troop out to the garage. The
playroom was something that Dad had started on before I left for Ohio to
see Grandpa and had finished while I was still there. What Dad had done was
convert the garage of the house into a large room for sex activities. The
entire floor was covered with vinyl mats that would cushion but be water
resistant. There was a large "gang shower" in one corner and a large "horse
trough" in another for more watersports fun. There were mattresses and
wrestling mats. Dad had even, in a fit of perversity, hung a set of
gymnastic rings and a "trapeze" from the ceiling. The walls painted black
and covered with large blow-ups of Tom of Finland drawings for atmosphere.
It was an amazing place! I got hard just looking around. I knew, though,
what I wanted first! I wanted in that horse trough and I wanted every man
in that room to piss on me!
"Come one, guys, I need a shower!" I said as I lay down in the trough. Dad,
Grandpa, Scott and Hank surrounded the trough and pointed their cocks at
their favorite piss targets on my body. Scott always likes to hose down my
tits and Hank generally lets fly all over my cock and balls. I love the
feeling of his hot, strong stream hitting my shaved and sensitive
balls. Dad, on the other hand, always aims for one place - my open mouth! I
love drinking Dad's piss. There's something almost spiritual about drinking
piss from the body of the man that made you. I didn't know where Grandpa
was going to let fly but I soon discovered - he like to just play his piss
back and forth over my whole body. Which was just fine with me!!! I lay
there while the four men drenched me with their hot, steamy piss. I wiggled
around in the hot, liquid bath enjoying the feeling and smell of their
piss.
When everyone was pissed dry, Scott stepped forward and put his cock in my
mouth, letting me suck the last of his piss-drips and licking the cheese
from under his hood. As I licked around the fragrant head of his cock, it
began to grow and harden in my mouth. While this was going on, I felt
someone step into the trough with me and begin to life my hips out of the
hot piss and turn me over so that I was on my knees with my mouth still
sucking on Scott's hard cock.
I glanced back and saw Dad begin pushing one of his large fingers into my
willing ass. He pushed in deep and played with my butt-nut. I felt a flash
of desire shoot through me and I knew the only thing that would satisfy me
was a good, hard ass fucking by Dad.
Dad must have decided that, even with all the piss, I was too dry, because
the next thing I felt was his wet tongue digging into my ass trench. He
licked deep into my buttcrack and began licking out my hungry
boy-hole. Deeper into my body he pushed his tongue until I could feel it
rasping in and out of my boycunt like a little, wet cock fucking me. Dad
must have really been getting off on the taste and smell of my ass because
I could hear him taking big whiffs of my ass trench and making deep
growling noises in his throat as his tongue licked at the inside walls of
my ass.
Dad ate my ass for what seemed like hours while I swallowed my lover's cock
deep into my throat and got off on the rank smell of his unwashed, sweaty
crotch and balls. Finally I felt Dad pull his tongue out of my butt and
move around until the head of his cock was pressing against my anal
opening. He had lubed his cock with some of the piss from the trough and
began to push slowly and surely into the depths of my ass. He buried his
entire length in my hole and then began to fuck me in and out. He
longed-dicked me. He pulled almost out and took several short thrusts with
only about 1/3 of his cock and then, without warning, would shove the whole
cock deep into my asshole.
I loved his fucking. He would move his cock from side to side in my ass,
cum at me from different angles so that every part of my inner ass felt the
impact of his hard cock. I looked up at Scott and begged him to turn
around. I wanted to eat his butt while Dad was fucking mine. Scott eagerly
agreed since he loved having his butt eaten - especially by me. Scott says
that I was born to eat ass and do it better than anybody he's ever
known. He say's I'm even better than Dad. I don't believe that, but I have
no way to prove otherwise.
Scott bent over and pushed his fragrant ass into my face. The smell was
overwhelming! Hot Marine sweat, musk and ass juices!! I nearly fainted from
the rush that it sent up my nose! I inhaled deeply of his ass-perfume and
stuck out my tongue to begin tasting his tart, sweat ass.
In the mean time, I felt Dad pull out of my ass and another cock shove
inside me instead. I didn't need to see who it was. I recognized the feel
of that cock from the last few weeks I'd spent on the farm. Grandpa was
pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow.
I went back to eating at my lover's ass. I forced my tongue deep into his
sweaty ass-trench and laved it through his entire crack, gathering all the
sweat and tastes that I could gather. I shoved further with my tongue and
pushed up against his greasy, soft butthole. I pushed my way through his
ass-lips and began licking out and tasting the tart insides of his hot
ass. My tongue was buried as deep as I could get inside his butt and Scott
was moaning and his ass lips were spasming around it. I licked the inside
walls of his ass, savoring the tastes I found there. Scott began to move
his ass up and down, rubbing my face in his entire ass-crack and making my
entire face smell like his ass.
I felt Grandpa pull out of my ass and yet another cock enter. This one, by
process of elimination if nothing else, had to be Hank! I loved the way
Hank fucks. Slow and easy. He doesn't pound, he doesn't go in for fancy
moves, just steady fucking. And with the thickness of his cock, that's all
you need! He is a very comfortable fuck and it's a good thing, too! Because
Hank can literally fuck for hours! I don't know how anyone can keep a
hardon and not cum for as long as he can. Hank told me it was from when he
was a boy jacking off. He would hold back and hold back as long as he could
before cumming. And eventually, he could hold back for hours.
I could quite figure out what was going on. Each of them was fucking me but
not cumming. Finally Hank pulled out of my ass and Scott pulled my face
out of his ass and lifted me out of the trough and put me on my back. He
leaned down and kissed me and got the taste of his ass and Dad's piss from
my mouth while he shoved his cock deep into my ass.
I looked around while Scott fucked me and saw a very interesting
sight. There was Hank getting fucked on his back by Grandpa while Dad
leaned over the two of them and fucked Grandpa's ass. A real "Lucky
Pierre" with Grandpa getting the "Lucky" spot!
Well, the sight of these three fucking way certainly enhanced the fucking I
was getting in my ass by Scott. I knew that I couldn't hold back much
longer and just at that moment, I saw Hank begin shooting white cum all
over his chest from the fucking that Grandpa was giving him. This must have
set Grandpa off because he made one last, deep shove into Hank's ass and
then began grunting in the familiar way that I knew meant he was shooting
his manjuice deep into Hank's guts. This pushed Dad over the edge and he
began fucking Grandpa's ass hard and fast, finally burying his cock deep in
Grandpa and shouting out his "Devil Dawg" yell - "OOOHH- RAAAHHH!!!" - as
he shot his hot Marine load up Grandpa's eager ass.
I felt Scott begin to pound harder at my ass and his cock became like a
steel bar in my ass it was so hard. He started shooting his load and the
feel of his hot cum in my ass caused my cock to begin shooting spoonge all
over my face and chest without me even touching myself. Scott finally
stopped pounding my ass and looked down at the cum-covered mess that I
was. He leaned down and began licking off all the cum on my face and chest
and then pressed his mouth against mine in an open-mouthed kiss and shared
my cum with me.
As we lay there, all 5 of us getting our breath back, the room smelled
deliciously of male-sex, male-sweat and male-cum.
"Dad, you know, if we could bottle the smell in this room right now, we
could make a fucking fortune!" I said and we all laughed.
"Well, Grandpa, welcum to California!"
"Thank you, Grunt. You certainly do know how to welcum a fellow out here!"
said Grandpa.
"We only do it for people we REALLY like." said Dad. "And people we don't
want to leave."
"Well, we'll have to see about that. I don't know if I'm ready to get
myself involved with a bunch of sex fiends like you all! I don't know if I
could live through it!" said Grandpa, laughing.
We all had a good laugh about that one and began, one by one, to head for
the gang-shower and clean up. I noticed that Dad had his arm around
Grandpa's shoulders and was talking quietly to him. I didn't know what was
up, but I figured that Dad was making his pitch to get Grandpa to stay here
for good.
Later that night, I woke up next to Scott. I guess the change of time-zones
was getting to me but I couldn't sleep anymore. I quietly got out of bed
and was going to go to the kitchen to get a glass of something to drink
when I heard voices out on the back patio. I knew it was wrong to listen in
on other people's conversations, but my curiosity got the better of me -
especially when I figured out it was Dad and Grandpa.
"You know, I never really got the chance to say I was sorry to you for
getting you daughter pregnant", I heard Dad say.
"Oh, you don't need to apologize for that! Why, as cock-crazy as she was,
if it hadn't been you, it would have been any one of a dozen guys! And
besides, your fucking her got me the best grandson in the world! What do I
have to complain about? I'm just sorry you married her and let her put you
through all that hell. I know that she's my daughter, and I do love her in
some ways, but I truly don't like her - or what she's become."
"I especially hated myself because it seemed to drive a wedge between us! I
didn't want to stop having sex with you, but with her around, I just
couldn't find a way to let you know that!".
"Look Mike, I know after what David did to you, you were trying to find
some way to kill the pain from losing your first real love. I knew you were
hurting, I just couldn't find any way to help you through it. I should have
reached out to you, but I wasn't sure then that you would have accepted any
comfort from me."
"Oh God! That's what I wanted more than anything then! And still do! You
were more of a father to me than my own ever was. I looked up to you. And I
loved you. I loved when you touched my body and let me touch yours. I loved
when you fucked me and made me feel so safe and loved in your arms. How
could you think I would ever want to give that up?" Dad said with a break
in his voice that told me he was very close to tears.
"Oh, Mike! I would have given anything to have a son like you rather than
the bitch of a daughter I got. And I cannot even begin to tell you how much
I admire the man you've become! Boy, I've loved you ever since the first
time we met. I've never stopped loving you and caring about you. It tore me
apart when you disappeared after the divorce. I figured you didn't want
anything to do with any of us - ever! The only consolation I had was Grunt,
who was such a part of you. You know, he looks more and more like you every
day. And he has the same strength of character and values that you do. But
I always figured that Grunt belonged with you - not with his mother - and
so I was glad to arrange that he would end up with you."
"You arranged it? How?" asked Dad.
"Well, you don't know this, but I was the one who introduced my daughter to
her new husband. I'd met him through some business dealings and figured
that they were 2 peas in a pod! Both selfish, self-centered and only
interested in money. I figured they'd hit it off pretty good! And I was
right. I also figured that Grunt would NOT be in their plans and that they
would try to dump him on us. And it was then I put my foot down and said
"NO!" I made her send the boy to you - the place he properly belonged -
with his father!".
"Why you wiley old goat!!" Dad laughed. "So you were behind this whole
thing, huh?"
"Yep! And damned proud of it, too!" Grandpa laughed. Then got serious. "You
know, the other part of my plan was that, maybe, if I got Grunt to live
with you - you just might forgive me and want to see me again."
"Forgive you!!! There's nothing for me to forgive!!! I ought to get down on
my knees and beg your forgiveness for being such a fucking fool all these
years thinking you didn't want to have anything to do with me! I never
stopped loving you, either. I missed you terribly! I wanted you so many
times to be there to put your arms around me and tell me it was going to be
OK. I finally found Hank, and I know now what true love is, but I missed
having my "Dad" around." Dad said.
"Son, there's nothing that I would have loved better." Grandpa replied.
I figured this was going to get maudlin if it went on much longer so I
decided to inject a note of horniness into these proceedings (seeing as all
this emotion was giving me watery eyes and a hardon, too!). I made a noise
so that they would know someone was there and then walked out onto the
patio like I'd just gotten up.
"Hi, guys! You couldn't sleep either? My cock woke me up! I'm horny and I
didn't want to wake Scott up because he's got to be on duty early. Anybody
here interested in getting off?" I smiled at Dad and Grandpa.
"Well, well! You certainly are a healthy boy with that big, hard
cock. Aren't you?" said Dad.
"Yes, and I think I would like a little snack about now. Maybe some "warm
milk" would do the trick. You got any "warm milk" in those balls of your's
Mike?" Grandpa asked?
"I sure do. And I think that boy needs his ass fucked by a big, hard
'mature' cock. Don't you think?" said Dad. And they both laughed.
I got down on my knees in front of Grandpa's chair and started sucking on
Grandpa's cock to get it hard and wet for a fucking that I eagerly
anticipated. Dad stood up and put his cock to Grandpa's lips. Grandpa
eagerly and easily swallowed Dad's 11 inches down to his pubic hair. As
Grandpa's cock began to grow in my throat, I began playing with my ass -
shoving in several fingers, getting it ready to be fucked. I just couldn't
resist bringing my fingers to my nose and taking a deep whiff of my own ass
smells. My raunchy ass-smells shot through me like a hit of poppers.
When I had my ass loosened up and Grandpa's cock hard and wet, Grandpa
stood up, bent me over and shoved his whole, thick 10 inches up my butt
with one shove. It hurt a little but the thrill of feeling his cock
re-arranging my insides more than made up for it. Grandpa immediately began
long-dicking me, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my ass and
shoving it completely back in as hard as he could. Meanwhile, Dad got down
on his knees behind Grandpa and began licking at Grandpa's ass, his balls
and the junction of where Grandpa's cock joined my ass. Dad also licked my
balls and I nearly lost it when I felt his tongue down between my legs. Dad
moved back and concentrated on sucking on Grandpa's asshole. He then got
up and came around to my face and offered me his hard cock.
"Get me wet, boy, so that I can fuck your Grandpa while he tears up your
butt."
I eagerly swallowed my sire's hard cock, sucking on the sweet pre-cum that
Dad produces gallons of and licking under the foreskin for my daily ration
of good Daddy head-cheese. I wasn't disappointed. Dad had lots of cheese
under his cockhead for a hungry boy like me. The smell and taste were
overwhelming and I had to stop touching myself because I nearly lost it.
When Dad felt that I had lubed his cock well enough, he pulled it out of my
slimy throat and proceeded to get behind Grandpa. Dad, too, shoved his
entire cock up Grandpa in one thrust which I could feel as he forced
Grandpa's cock even farther up my ass.
There we stood, connected cock to ass, thrusting and moaning like a whore
in heat. We didn't see Hank come out onto the Patio and didn't know he was
there until Dad started moaning from Hank being down on his knees, licking
Dad's ass hole to get it ready for his cock. Again, I felt Hank's thrust
into Dad's ass though Grandpa's push into mine.
So there we were, four raunchy, horny men fucking each other's asses like
there was no tomorrow. The only thing that would make this complete was
Scott! And no more did I think that, then I saw him walk in front of
me. Our not-so-quiet orgy had woken him up and he had to piss. Bad! And
what better place to do it, he figured, than in his lover's mouth. So he
pushed his half-hard cock through my lips and let fly with his hot golden
piss down my throat. I was in heaven!
"Nice to have a warm mouth to piss in when I need it, little buddy!" he
whispered to me. I grunted my approval.
No sooner did Scott dump about a quart of hot Marine piss down my throat
than his cock began to harden and he started really fucking my throat. My
nose was banging into his pubic hair on each thrust and I was getting
well-used from both ends.
I could hear the grunting behind me from Hank, Dad and Grandpa and knew
that it wouldn't be long until they all were ready to let fly with their
cum. Scott, however, beat everybody, unloading down my throat in almost no
time at all. This set me off which caused Grandpa, Dad and Hank to loose
their loads in each other's asses.
As they pulled their cocks from each other's butts, I went and sucked on
each one of them to clean them off. I then got down on my knees and began
sucking cum out of each of their asses. I even sucked on Hank's ass, which
didn't have any cum in it, but smelled and tasted so good it didn't matter.
Then Dad said that he had to take a piss, so I took his softening cock in
my mouth and swallowed a big, hot load of Daddy-piss. Not to be outdone,
Grandpa and Hank both let me have loads of hot piss from their cocks as
well.
By this time, I needed to piss out all this piss I'd been drinking. Scott
insisted on me pissing all over him. He lay down in the grass and I stood
over him and let him have it. I concentrated on his cock and balls and also
gave him some to drink. He finally pulled me down on top of him and I
continued to piss on his crotch while we sucked face and tasted all the
piss, cum and assjuices I had collected.
We finally all went to bed and it was difficult to wake up the next
morning. But it had all been worth it. It seems that Dad and Grandpa had
done some more talking after Scott and I went to bed because, over coffee,
Grandpa announced that he had called Ohio and put the farm up for sale and
was moving here on a permanent basis. Dad told everyone that he was going
to see an architect about building an apartment onto the house just for
Grandpa.
I was one happy boy. I had my lover, my Dad, my Grandpa and my Dad's Lover!
With all that love and all that hot sex - and with 3 of them MARINES!!!! -
what more could anyone want?
THE END OF "MY DAD, THE MARINE"
There's still another story to go in "Mike - Story of a Marine" to complete
the story and connect it to "My Dad, the Marine".
I want to thank all of you who have written to tell me how much you like my
stories and my writing. I will be starting a new series which will detail
the true stories surrounding my coming out in Military School. I hope you
look for them. Again - thank you for turning on to Mike, Hank, Scott,
Grandpa and Grunt. And for those who wrote while I was ill, I want to
especially thank you for your concern and let you know that I am well
again, and back to work.
RimPig
rimpigfl@yahoo.com